by Candy Quinn
“You’re scum, Zach!” she said, but her body was speaking an entirely different language. Really, with how distracted he was with fingering her, she could’ve easily gotten away. Kicked her foot out, rolled off the couch, anything. He lightened his grip on her, just to see what she’d do, his finger still working her little twat.
“And that’s the way you like it, huh?” he said, taunting her as he kept her against him, his dick throbbing against her ass as he fingered her soft labia, teased her little clit. “You came at me all fire about jerking off into your panties, but… here you are. You like it,” he said with such perverse glee. “Fuckin’ sick,” he hissed into her ear.
He had her pegged, he just knew it. She was into even kinkier things than him. The more wrong it was, the more she liked it.
He grinned at the thought, at the idea of what he could do to her. Of what she’d let him get away with. They had another week with the house all to themselves, so he didn’t have to rush. He could take his sweet time and really enjoy his wanton sister.
If he could only resist her himself.
He brushed against her clit once more, and her eyes rolled back, her entire face contorted with such pleasure before the angry fire came back to it once more.
“You’re gonna be in so much shit when they get home,” she cursed, but her legs kept slowly parting, and her breathing was ragged and shallow.
Zach squeezed his arm around her tighter in a pointed response to her remark, all while letting his fingers touch and tease that warm, wet little pussy of hers. He worked her body to please and tease as much as he did to just explore her, enjoy her soft, warm feel.
“Oh yeah? You’re gonna tell them, are you?” he said, grinning and so entirely sure she’d never do any such thing. He only got bolder, moving his other arm down to her stomach, then pushing his hand up beneath her sweater, feeling her taut little tummy as he reached up. “You’re gonna tell mom and dad that I fingered your wet lil’ twat as you wore the panties I jerked off into? Moanin’ and enjoying it all the while?”
Her lashes fluttered downwards and such a flush of shame crossed her face, and he knew he had her. She wasn’t ever going to tell another soul. She was his, just as he’d said. His little, willing slave.
She looked so sweet beneath him, her skin so warm to his touch. She was so wet — he’d never had a girl get this wet when he fingered them before — and he just spread the juices around, torturing her even more than himself... he hoped.
Though he couldn’t control himself entirely, and found himself grinding against her tight, round ass, slow and firm as he explored her labia, brought his other hand up in under her shirt and tugged down her bra to grope at her tits beneath. They might’ve been small, but he was no less ravenous for them.
It was all building to such a tempo, he was having trouble controlling where it was going. He wasn’t known for reigning in his desires after all.
“You’re all mine now, lil’ sis,” he growled into her ear in a low murmur, his two hands working at her, his dick grinding into her ass. Those points of contact all working away. “And you’re gonna be my lil’ pet now, without the reward I promised last night.”
* * *
Sylvia
Reward? She couldn’t even remember what the reward was. Her mind was hazy and filled only with need.
He had her pinned, so it really wasn’t her fault, right? It wasn’t her fault she was giving into him, that she was so turned on she thought she might cum if he just touched her clit one more time. Her legs spread as she felt his cock grow, and her breathing was so high in her chest she could barely get any oxygen.
And then his fingers grabbed around her nipple, just as he’d tried to through her turtleneck, but this time he clasped on. It was the same one she’d put the clothes pin on, and it made her squeal. He’d watched her. He’d seen her in her bedroom, when she was alone and in private.
Was that what started everything? Him seeing her getting off?
She gasped, her hips bucking without her permission, and she was so fucking close and he took his hand away. She looked up at him with wide eyes, anxiety running through her mind. Why’d he stop?
Instead of giving her that pleasure she craved so dearly, he grinned at her, malicious and controlling. He was in the driver’s seat, and he pulled everything to a crashing halt.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, staring into her eyes so intensely as he teased her. He gave a twist of her nipple, and that alone was almost enough to make her fly over that edge, but with each passing moment he wasn’t touching her poor, untended pussy it grew less and less likely.
But it was wrong. He was her brother, and she shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. But she wanted it, so bad. She wanted to know what it would feel like, his big cock spreading her open. She pressed her breast into his hand, grinding against his cock with her ass harder.
Her breathing was so shallow, and for a moment, she found herself even wanting him back there. It was wild, crazy thinking, but it didn’t matter. She was so turned on that she’d lost all her grip on reality.
She’d just do it, this once. Just one time. Then their parents would be home, and they’d go back to normal.
She locked eyes with him, her breathing so hard. What did his dick look like? She licked her lips at the thought, not even really noticing it as she kept her eyes on his.
* * *
Zach
Her voice was so quiet he could barely hear, but he knew what she said.
“Make me cum.”
Just like the haughty princess to make it sound more like a command than a beg.
He was so eager to touch her more, to work her little body like an instrument, that his fingers immediately went back to that molten little quim of hers. But that tone of voice… he couldn’t tolerate that. Couldn’t let her think she got one over on him. Not at any expense.
“Please,” he said, his fingers touching her flesh, but not moving… not giving her anything but that taunting contact. The feel of his throbbing dick against her ass. “Beg for it, princess. Or else…” His fingers strayed up along her slit, then across her bare, smooth mons… away from her needful cunny.
She whimpered, made the softest little sound. He loved how demure she seemed to be, how much this must be killing her inside, knowing he had all the control over her.
But her need to get off was more than her need to be a prissy little brat, it seemed, because as his wet fingertips wiped their juices along her lower tummy, she spoke.
“Please, Zach.” Oh, those sweet words in that docile tone. “Please just get me off.”
“Okay sis,” he said, blatantly throwing in her face their relation, how sick and taboo it was as he slid his fingers back down her belly to her little cunny and began to work his fingers around her clit. He’d been with more than a few women after all, and he knew what he was doing.
Though perhaps more brazenly than how he teased her cunny and pinched her nipple, was how he leaned into her neck, breathed his hot warm, breath upon her pale skin, then kissed and suckled at her flesh so intimately.
That was the ticket, apparently, because the moment his mouth was on her throat, his fingers pinching her nipple and rubbing her clit, she bucked.
He knew what was happening, but still, to see and feel it unfold, his body pressed against hers, was another thing altogether. Her body stiffened, and then he felt the tremors go through her as she lost all control.
She was cumming on his hand, both of them spitting in the face of their forbidden lusts.
The warm wash of her climax across his fingers was devilishly delightful. He took such relish in it, in the notion of getting his deviant little sister off on the family sofa. He held her in his thick, bulging arms, felt her twitching body writhe beneath him as she squealed and panted, losing all control to him.
He gave her tiny little pink nipple a twist, tugged it away from her chest and let it snap back only to flick it. His teeth nipped into her neck and he kept up a full
body assault on her, one thing after another, refusing to let the sensations all die down.
She was quickly becoming his mewling little pet, and as she squirmed away from him, the sensations starting to overwhelm her, he kept her in place. Holding her, making her embrace the pleasures he was bestowing on her.
Her scream would’ve woke the neighbours if it weren’t so early in the evening still, he was certain of it. It was even louder than the one she’d made when she was getting off on her bed, all by her lonesome, to say the least.
None of her lithe, gymnast grace helped her wriggle free of him this time. She was too busy writhing in pleasure as he held her in his grasp. Too busy being overwhelmed by what he was doing to her to think rationally about how she might escape.
He kissed and nipped his way up her neck, moved to her ear where he tugged that tiny lobe between his teeth and enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure, of the wet noises between her legs as he stroked and teased her quim.
“That’s it,” he husked, his dick still hard as steel against her ass as she bucked and ground against it.
She was soaking the front of his pants with her sweet essence, her body rocking against it like she wanted nothing more in the world than his cock in her. And he couldn’t wait to finally stick it in. He just had to decide where...
* * *
It was too much. Her entire body was overloaded with sensation, and she’d lost track of how many times she’d cum. She was a panting, wet mess, and still she wanted more. She might’ve put the panties on, but she hadn’t gotten off since he’d teased her the night before. She didn’t want to reward such impure thoughts.
Look what that got you, she thought to herself scornfully as she panted for breath, her head tilted so that he could kiss her neck.
It was so wrong, but he felt so right, and she wasn’t even close to wanting to be done. There was a sliver of shame, though, that kept telling her to put an end to it before they went too far.
But as his teeth nipped her neck, and another tremor went through her, she just wanted more.
After all, it was everything she fantasized about Jacob, but… better. Her brother was crueler in how he controlled her, but he was so attentive. So much… better at pleasing her than even her fantasy man.
As for looks, well… he was every bit the same big, hulking hunk that Jacob was. And then some. Only he shared the same family name as her, the same house, and called her ‘sis’ even as he got her off…
Aside from that, Zach was making her dreams come true in ways she’d not dared or been able to think up.
And those warm kisses and nips… they were such a sweet contrast to the way he pinned her down, controlled her, made her cum on his terms.
She moaned again, and she knew she needed to have him. To feel what his cock was like. To feel him deep inside her, raw, hot, throbbing with need.
She wanted to know what her body did to him. The body he’d always teased her for. She wanted to see it bring him more pleasure than he knew what to do with.
But how could she beg for her brother to fuck her? Even if he had just got her off, she still had some shame. Some decency.
He licked up her neck, growling a little before he took his weight off her. She was free to go, for that moment, and she knew she should take it. Run up to her room. If she was still so horny, she could take care of it. She could handle it herself.
But instead she moved forwards, closer to him. She was trembling like a newborn lamb, but it didn’t stop her from grabbing for his belt.
* * *
Zach
Zach was nearly bestial with his desire, he could barely control himself with his sister. He had done a lousy job of it altogether in fact. Seeing her move in against him only prodded him on further, began to batter down his control. His plan to draw things out and savour his little sister over the next week…
That was it, he decided, looking her over, her jeans down, panties to the side, top tugged up, looking like a hot, sexy mess.
He had to have her.
He reached down to his shirt, tugged it up off his body, revealing all those valleys and ridges of his abs and pecs, the bulging muscles that she’d seen before, but never quite like this. Not undulating with his lusty breathes, holding a light sheen as he brought his hands back down to work at his fly, get his pants undone… show her that immense bulge in his boxer-briefs.
“You’re my pet for this next week,” he growled again, reinforcing that point upon her as he pushed his thumbs down the runners-v towards his groin, tugging his underwear down to let that hefty dick bob out.
Proportionately as big as the man himself, it was a thick, rigid pole, pulsating with blood and desire, ribbed with prominent veins as it climbed up at a gentle curve towards his thick, purple crown.
She’d never seen one up close. Or at least, not one so big. He could tell, with the way she moved in, trying to get a better look at it. All her lusty motions, the fact that she’d cum on his hand so many times, it couldn’t compare with the expression on his bratty sister’s face.
It was awe.
Seeing her there before him, helplessly his, he wanted nothing more than to pound her into the couch, fuck her raw and cum inside her again and again. But he was in control, he reminded himself. He’d make her work for it.
“Suck it,” he commanded, reaching out after he tugged his jeans down those few inches more, let his heavy, cum-laden balls dangle freely. He grasped at her ponytail, tugged her in towards his dick. “Be a good pet, lick your treat.”
It wasn’t what she expected, and that made him feel even better about his decision. He looked down on his sister as she glanced up at him, before her eyes returned to that throbbing pole in front of her.
She was breathing harder already, and she reached out, so gingerly. So torturously slow.
But then her hand was wrapped around his shaft, and she was looking at it like she barely knew what to do before she took her hand away.
“I can’t do this,” she protested, but her eyes kept going back to his cock.
“Yes you can,” he said, his back arched, broad shoulders angling down as he pulled her back in. “You can and you will. And when you’re done sucking my dick off, little sister…” he took such pleasure in torturing her with that title. It had no less of an effect upon him, that first chill of the taboo, but then it was followed by the excitement. The thrill.
His dick twitched before her, bobbing with his excitement. The tip disgorging some slick, clear precum.
“When you’re done,” he continued, licking his dry lips, “I’m going to pop you’re lil’ cherry and fuck you raw. Y’hear me?” he said, so bossy and commanding.
He wished he was recording it all. The way her face contorted, like she wanted so badly to protest, but he knew she wanted it. She wanted him even more than he wanted her, he was positive of it. Hell, she’d probably been thinking of him as she got herself off the other day.
The thought made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t hide the growl from her, so he covered it up, with a, “Now, princess.”
* * *
Sylvia
She leaned in at last, though the pull of his strong forearm at her head certainly helped. She stared at that big, bulging girth, so big compared to her tiny form, and wondered what depraved rabbit hole she was gone down… how he’d fit it all inside her once the time came.
Though as her mind raced with such thoughts, instincts took over, and she licked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasted the musky flavour of his dick, right up to the tip, where his salty precum greeted her taste buds. Her first taste of cock.
“There you go,” he said, his voice a half growl, half groan as his dick jumped with excitement.
She’d just licked her brother’s dick.
There was no way she was ever going to get over this. She’d likely need therapy for life.
But even then, her face moved in, and that innocent little gymnast turned into a wanton whore. She was too hor
ny for moralizing, for questioning if this was right or wrong. She brought her lips around his head like she’d seen the girls do in pornos, but it felt weird. She held him still, but she had no idea what she was doing.
Luckily her brother seemed to know exactly what he wanted, because he gave the back of her head a nudge, pushing her down that thick length of his further, making her mouth stretch wide to accommodate all that meaty girth.
It solicited a deep, throaty groan from him even. A satisfied noise that she’d coaxed from him!
“Fuck sis,” he moaned out the words, tugging at her ponytail to draw her back, but then pushing her down around his dick again, deeper this time.
She hated the fact that he kept saying that. She just wanted to forget how wrong it all was, but every time he said it, his cock jumped. He was getting off on it!
But then, wasn’t she, too? She had to breathe through her nose, her entire body still so wired, and all she wanted was for him to cum. For him to fall prey to her own body, and put them both on even ground.
She looked up at him as she went down his cock further, feeling him broach against the back of her throat.
She’d never given a guy head before, never gone so far with any other man.
But he tasted good, and before she could stop herself, she was getting really into it.
Perhaps the sickest part was how he met her gaze back, and held it. Actually held it.
His hand was in her hair, guiding her motions, but he stared down at her. That thin veneer of control being breached by the pleasure she was creating in him, the way he moaned… the way he looked at her. It was so… lustful. So hungry. Bestial. And yet… more.
There were no words for it that she knew. She merely swirled her tongue around his shaft, took her little victories in how she made his massive, muscular form twitch, his lips moan, his balls bounce against her chin as she took him so deep.
